Margaretville

[Kim Soles]

Living the good life in Key West that week was a double edge sword. I attempted to satisfy myself with fancy, coconut infused rum drinks garnished with spears of fresh pineapple nestled between Maraschino cherries. Sporting a new bikini and a choice spot next to a private pool, I persisted in shoving the thought this is all being paid for on a faux credit card out of my mind. But I was old enough to know better and my conscious pulled on me like a hungry child. “One more?” the cabana waiter in white short-shorts asked as he picked up my drained cocktail glass. “Sure, thanks, and would you mind holding the cherries.”